Your morning coffee ritual.
The sound of birds singing outside your window.
When, reading the same book for the fifth time straight, your little child leans into you and takes a deep breath.
The meditative swish of soapy water over our hands while washing dishes.
A welcome home hug from the person who has seen all sides of who you are.
I’m reminded this time of year of the holiness of ordinary time. The season of the church year following Easter and Pentecost may not be extraordinary, but it is sacred. There are no flames or doves, speaking in tongues or empty tombs. But we continue to gather, sing, prayer, read, discuss, share peace and a meal. The beauty is in the repetition, the mundane, the calm.
Jesus used ordinary things like water and dirt to do extraordinary ministry. Today, we are called to find the sacredness in a morning shower or in planting a seed at just the right depth. In this season we call Ordinary Time, may we be open to the holiness we are swimming in, and take a moment to let our hearts be filled with a sense of the sacred.